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An Authentic Portrait of the Middle Way

From the standpoint of the truth that’s ultimateBesides no blocks, there are not even buddhasNo meditator and no meditatedNo paths and levels travelled and no signsAnd no fruition bodies and no wisdomAnd, therefore, there is no nirvana thereJust designations using names and statementsAll animate, inanimate—the three realmsUnborn and nonexistent from the outsetNo base to rest on, do not coexist2There is no karmic act, no maturationSo, even the name,”samsara,” does not exist

That’s the way these are in the final pictureBut, oh, if sentient beings did not existWhat would the buddhas of three times all come fromSince fruition with no cause—impossible!

So, the standpoint of the truth that’s relativeIs samsara’s wheel, nirvana past all griefIt all exists, that is the Sage’s teachingThen, what exists appearing to be thingsAnd their non-existence, pure being, emptinessAre essentially inseparable, one tasteAnd, therefore, there is neither self-awarenessNor awareness of what’s other anywhereAll of this, a union vast and spaciousAnd all those skilled in realizing thisDo not see consciousness, they see the wisdomDo not see sentient beings, they see buddhasDon’t see phenomena, they see pure beingAnd out of this compassion just emergesRetention, powers, fearlessness and allThe qualities embodied by a buddhaJust come as if you had a wishing jewelThis is what I, the yogi, have realized